Beauty and the Mafia Beast
I breathe, half a curse, half a warning to myself.
Maybe I lose this round. Just this once. Maybe she gets that power, for a breath.
She shudders against me, spine curving, chest arching into my mouth. I kiss it—open-mouthed, hungry, just once.
Her hands lace around my neck, pulling me deeper.
“You’re drunk,” she whispers. There’s a tremor in her voice. She feels it too.
“Not enough,” I growl.
She tilts her head, and I watch her unblinking eyes. She looks like she’s caught under a spell. “We’re supposed to make it believable, right? We’ll need practice,” she echoes, letting it drip with implication.
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